oh shit

let's fall in love. live a van. 

and move to new york.

or anywhere. but i want to GO. go go go go. 

  production sessions got my mind in a whirl

and god damn it. i can't even THINK of on the road, or being beat! without itching in my skin. i should have a t-shirt that asks people (politely) to never mention this book in my presence. it makes crawl and jump and kills me.

in short. i am exhausted. 

in tall, jen dubbed me The Dean Moriarty last night. and? i just about died. 

dean, dean the magical bean. trying to get my brains to move and think so that i can tell you what this means. but hey? who ARE YOU anyway? what the fuck do you care if i call myself a bean. what is the difference it makes? 

i'm in a strange mood. I SAID STRANGE. i feel full and empty all at the same time. 

 paper suitcases, late nights, early mornings.. life life life
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GOGGOGO GOG OG GOG OGOGO GOGo